Storm of Monsters

The way your world turns inside out
Is far from what your young gods taught

On days of fear the sun sets cold
The worst is yet to come, oh boy!

Kings won't save you
Law won't hear you
There's a storm coming on

Hands will tease you
Fangs will tear you
They will follow you

Let's steer away!

Inbred manner, insane anger
Che fu si pien d'ira

Hands will tease you
Fangs will tear you
They will follow you

Let's steer away!

A monument of polluted love
In part a beast, a man above
Red eyes on warped albino hair

Along the way and by the road
I see men turned to stone
Great mother of serpents gives you the stare

Kings won't save you
Law won't hear you
There's a storm coming on

Hands will tease you
Fangs will tear you
They will follow you

Let's steer away!

The snow turns red when godships fly
With strange aeons even death may die

On days of fear the sun sets cold
The worst is yet to come, oh boy!

Let's steer away!



Credits
Writer(s): Bernhard Lermann, David Buballa
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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